Prologue: Summoned by the Goddess
Added 2021.05.08. For first-time readers of this novel: Think of it as manga or straight-up porn transferred into text form, with a solid story mixed in. At least for now! So if the opening "Goddesses of the Other World" part feels dragged out, feel free to skip straight to the general store arc and dive into the flirty fun with the widow sporting a body that'll make you rock hard. You can always circle back later if you're curious (it's basically about getting hypnosis powers from otherworld goddesses and heading off to film some porn). I've heard a fair bit about the high entry barrier, so I'll clean up and remake the first part properly when I have time. Other notable traits: long, drawn-out scenes per character, and sex descriptions that are as lewd and sticky-detailed as possible. Episode 172 kicks off Part 2, right when he grows into adult size.
1. Summoned by the Goddess
A dark night. A one-room apartment with not a single light on. Lying in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, I opened my mouth.
"Ah... I wanna have sex~."
Me, Lee Ha-jin, 25 years old—I'd just gotten my third straight semester of F's. A true three-peat achievement. Even my idol Jordan would've shaken his head and given a standing ovation if he'd seen my transcript. He knew how tough it was... Though if we're splitting hairs on what set us apart, Jordan's feat was about what a human could pull off, while mine was more like what a piece of shit could manage.
Eh, minor difference anyway.
My hard-hoarded pocket cash was running dry too. Not sure if it was because it wasn't "real" money or what, but watching my bank account scrape bottom didn't stir a thing. No urge to move my ass either. At this rate, a shot at the grand slam—four straight F semesters—was a sure bet.
Sleepy...
Nothing more precise than your biological clock. My brain kept hammering out fatigue signals. I figured I'd just peel that apple I'd left out earlier, eat it, and crash. And that's exactly what I did.
Sitting on the bed, I grabbed a paring knife to slice the apple in half. Maybe from drowsiness sapping my strength or my mind fogging up, the blade wouldn't bite right. Getting pissed, I gripped it hard and...
...incredibly, the knife scraped the apple's surface once before plunging straight into my thigh.
"Ow!"
Biting back the pain, I glanced down in the dark—blood was seeping out a bit. Didn't look like a major wound. No antiseptic or bandages in the house anyway. No all-night pharmacy nearby either.
Eh, it'll stop soon enough.
For now, I dredged up some army medic training: elevate the leg above heart level for bleeding? Something like that. Hell if I remembered exactly. I grabbed a nearby instant rice box, set it on the bed, and propped up my bleeding foot.
Lying there like that, I started munching the apple—the root of all evil.
Crunch. Sweet juice burst out. Tasty enough. Good to go.
Once it was gone, drowsiness hit harder than any refreshment. Not from the blood loss, obviously. Couldn't see in the dark, but the bleeding seemed mostly stopped, and the pain was fading. As long as I didn't die, it was fine. Never heard of anyone kicking the bucket from a little knife prick. I'd hit the pharmacy first thing tomorrow...
With those thoughts, sleep overtook me.
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"How the fuck did I die, you bitch."
My soul wailed in the void.
Looking down, there I was—thigh soaked in blood. On closer inspection, it wasn't light bleeding, but not life-threatening either. No way to die from that. So why was my soul floating out of body?
Just zoning out again—would everything be fine when I woke up? Questions swirled in my head.
Floating aimlessly like that for a while, suddenly my soul got sucked somewhere.
—Whooooosh—
What the fuck is this? Time to wake from the dream?
A white flash exploded like lightning. Nothing visible, my mind barely holding together. What the hell was this? Better to just go with the flow—no point questioning when I couldn't do shit anyway.
—Vrrrrm...
How long did I wait? The vibration faded, the white light dimmed. I felt my body reforming from soul-state. My vision cleared, surroundings coming into view.
I stood in the center of what looked like a massive temple. Parthenon-style, ancient Greek vibes—dozens of enormous pillars, carvings on the ceiling above. At my feet, a complex magic circle straight out of fantasy.
Peering between pillars: cloudless blue sky, clouds shaped like landmasses... Clouds?
"...No way. Am I in heaven?"
The reverent backdrop clashed weirdly with reality. I hadn't murdered anyone, but my life was no saint's tale. I'd siphoned oil off ships chasing quick cash, played chauffeur for small-time thugs calling themselves "conscientious third-tier lenders" in the boonies... Sure, I'd tried cleaning up in college, but it didn't stick. Relationships wrecked, first college girlfriend tormented in every sense.
Criteria's relative, but even I knew it was rough—not heaven material. Hell seemed more my speed. When the white light hit, I'd braced for the worst—even if a grinning reaper offered a hand across the Jordan, I'd have taken it humbly.
Glad that didn't happen.
"Are you with us?"
A beautiful voice snapped my head toward it. A woman stood before me. Golden wavy long hair shimmering, waves starting midway. Pale skin, sharp Western beauty features—half-lidded eyes gave a sexy vibe at first, but her stern expression and sharp aura killed it quick.
Height about my 180cm, or a tad less.
Holy shit...
Her body was insane. A plunging blue evening dress like celebs wear at big events—cleavage down to her navel, massive E-cup tits defying gravity, perky and unreal. It clung tight, highlighting her slim waist and wide hips; faint skin showed through the fabric, one leg boldly exposed via a thigh-high slit. The epitome of an unreal, erotic figure. Shame her sharp, emotionless face contrasted it—though that had its own appeal.
Scan done—time to talk. No need for awkward misunderstandings. In this setup, anyone could see she was a goddess.
"S-sorry, but I don't get what's happening. Am I dead?"
"No. I summoned your soul here. Your body's still alive."
The beauty before me stated it flatly. Yeah, dying from a knife nick while sleeping? Sketchy. Something was up.
"Do you want to go back?"
"Nope."
No hesitation. Obvious isekai reincarnation opener—who'd toss that for real life unless they had everything? A true god-tier isekai? Worth ditching it all for. Assuming I'm the MC, anyway.
"Fine. Let me sum up simply. I am the upper goddess Ilisia. I oversee a world slightly different from yours."
Upper goddess? Gods have ranks? Big shot, got it.
As I mulled that, the woman who'd named herself Ilisia dropped a bomb.
"You were chosen for your talent with colors and summoned here."
"Pardon?"